Chapter 6

"Hey! Don't you worry?" Qin Yuyao hurriedly ran over and helped her up and looked, "Alas, sister Ximen? What's the matter with you?"

Simon Qing laboriously opened his eyes, looked through sunglasses and said weakly, "Oh, it's Ruyao. How can you be here? Am I hallucinating?"

"You didn't have hallucinations, but could you not make complaints about my name's initials? It's' y ', not' R ',' Qin Yuyao raised her side by tucking up." what's wrong with you? Where was it hurt? "

"I'm not hurt, just a little... Heatstroke."

"You're still wearing a down jacket on a hot day. It's strange that you don't have heatstroke. Come on, I'll take it off for you." Qin Yuyao said that he was going to help XiMenqing take off his clothes.

Simon Qing quickly stopped her: "no! Just take me home and have a rest! Don't take off my clothes!"

Qin Yuyao thought, is it difficult for her to tell? When she was in kindergarten, she always wrapped herself up. Maybe she had a large area of burns. If not, who wants to be here

How thick are you wearing this summer?

Thinking about it, she began to sympathize with Simon. A little tears quietly seeped from his eyes: "OK, I'll take you home now, but where is your home?"

"Go straight up this road and you'll see the end," Simon said with difficulty.

In her heart, she was complaining. Originally, she wanted to go home early while it was cloudy. As a result, the weather forecast turned cloudy to cloudy for him. Almost home, the sun suddenly fell on her like Ma Dongmei's water. At that time, she threw herself into the street.

Without Qin Yuyao, she might have to wait until the sun sets to get up.

Qin Yuyao was surprised when she said the address. Isn't the end of the road the house she wants to see? It turned out that Simon Qing also lived there. Now she was more relieved.

She helped Simon Qing to the top of the mountain with some difficulty.

In front of her was a large villa with elegant shape, with an open garden in front of the door. But no one seems to take care of it, so it looks a little messy.

I don't know whose bad taste it is. There is an LED light box in front of the villa. There are four words shining on it:

Xiliang nvzhuang

Qin Yuyao rang the doorbell and the door was soon opened.

Song Yunwu saw that it was Ximen Qing: "I said, don't you have a key? Press what doorbell?"

Simon Qing smiled and said, "I'm not afraid you'll stay too long and lack exercise."

"Fuck off! I do ten finger exercises every day. I tell you not to bother me. Today, a new tenant came to see the house and didn't have time to talk to you."

Qin Yuyao quietly raised his hand: "well... Sorry to bother, in fact, I came to see the house."

"Oh, it's you," Song Yunwu stepped on her slippers and came out. "Come in and come in. What are you doing with that thing? She'll get up by herself. I've sorted out the room for you. Go in and have a look."

Qin Yuyao lamented the beauty of song Yunwu while regretting her untidy appearance. Some people look like a goddess, but in fact she is an uncle at home.

After all, she didn't leave Ximen's love at the door, but at the porch.

As soon as the door was closed, Ximen Qing jumped up from the ground: "ha ha! I Ximen officials are alive again!"

While talking, she took off her down jacket, sunglasses, hat, mask... And was ready to go upstairs wearing only a white shirt and a pair of silk stockings.

Qin Yuyao was stunned. What about the agreed heatstroke? What about the agreed large-area burn? Am I being cheated?

And she's so beautiful!

Song Yunwu didn't know the reason. She thought Qin Yuyao was frightened by Ximen Qing's crazy people: "leave her alone. Although she is a little strange, she's not aggressive."

Probably afraid that Qin Yuyao didn't believe it, she wanted to demonstrate it. She stared at Ximen: "pack up!"

Simon, who had just taken off like a dog, immediately began to pack up the clothes thrown everywhere by himself. He was as honest as a dog.

Qin Yuyao is still in a trance for Ximen Qing's appearance. Song Yunwu takes her to the second floor.

"There are two rooms downstairs. One is rented out and the other is used as a utility room. There is an empty room upstairs. It's here..."

Qin Yuyao followed song Yunwu and looked at the four rooms on the second floor. She found that each room had its own name.

For example, the sign "tianyunjian" is hung on the innermost master bedroom door, and "forgetting Pavilion" and "White Tiger Garden" are respectively placed at the door of the other two rooms.

Seeing her watching, song Yunwu said, "these two are occupied. Yours is this one. I haven't had time to name it. By the way, what's your name?"

"Qin Yuyao."

"Rain... Rain... By the way, just call fengyuxuan!" Song Yunwu clapped his hands. "I'll make you a house number tonight and hang it tomorrow."

Qin Yuyao was so excited that she was embarrassed to spit out the slot she felt was too middle two. Well, fengyuxuan is just fengyuxuan. It doesn't just hang a brand and won't lose a piece of meat.

The room is very spacious. After all, it is a high-end villa given by the rich to his daughter. The rent here is only 1000, which is really weird.

When Qin Yuyao asked this question, song Yunwu said, "my house, I'd like to."

Although I think this is definitely perfunctory, Qin Yuyao doesn't ask any more. At least according to the current situation, the environment is still very good.

After that, song Yunwu took her to see some other places. In addition to two rooms downstairs, there are restaurants, living rooms, kitchens, gyms... And even game halls. In addition, there is a large swimming pool in the backyard,

It's much more tidy than the garden at the front door. Obviously, it's often used.

Qin Yuyao is in a trance. Although she rents together, she seems to have really lived in the high-end villa she dared to think about only in her dream. This is a pie in the sky.

"Have you decided to live here?" Song Yunwu smiled when she nodded. "Welcome to be a member of this big family. Then you can pack your own luggage. I'll call you for dinner."

Qin Yuyao asked, "landlord, what are you doing?"

"Hey, what's the name of the landlord? Just call me sister Yunwu. I'm going to attend a peer exhibition tomorrow. Now I'm preparing the sign of the booth," Song Yunwu said proudly. "To tell you the truth, I'm actually a cartoonist."

At this time, Ximen Qing's voice came from upstairs: "the kind that pours on the street."

When the two women looked up, they saw Simon's feeling quickly pull the curtain up and couldn't see inside again.

"Ximen Qing, you want to die!" Song Yunwu ran upstairs angrily, leaving Qin Yuyao alone by the pool.

"Good feelings," she sighed.

At this time, she did not find that there were layers of unusual ripples in the pool behind her.